Hozier - Run

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Rare is this love,Keep it covered,I need you to run to me, run to me, lover,Run until you feel your lungs bleedingOh, but the pharaoh knowsHer hungry eye, her ancient soul,It's carried by the sneer in the night rule. Know what it is to growBeneath her sky,A punishing coldTo sow the light of her ancient misery. To be twisted by somethingA shame without a sin,Like how she twisted the bug manAfter she married him. Rare is this love,Keep it covered,I need you to run to me, run to me, lover,Run until you feel your lungs bleeding. But in all the worldThere is one lover worthy of her,With as many souls claimed as she. But for all he's worth,He still shatters always on her earth,The cause of every tear she'd ever weep. Rushing ashore to meet her,Foaming with loneliness,White ends to follow and meet her,Give her his loneliness. Rare is this love,Keep it covered,I need you to run to me, run to me, lover,Run until you feel your lungs bleeding.